Monday, November 3, 2025, 22.1*, 82% RH, 0604
Piece of moon glimpsed through bare limbs last night. Solar flowers cast warm light. Last call, frost forming, black fire pit cover turning gray, this morning white. Stream a clear mirror. Sky silver. No leaves seen through my window, nor tops of trees standing still. Yesterday an eagle soaring. Rubber duck smiling unaware of more hours in the dark. His expression never changing.
If placed in the stream, he would go where the water takes him.
Photo: LJ Austin
